Whateley

Nothing says "I will put something in your drink" quite like that haircut.

Pimento olives. The parsley of shit mid-20th century American "food".

Other "grindset" dipshits who confuse overworking and meaningless awards/titles with a personality.

Don't quit your day job.

I ain’t reading all that. I’m happy for u tho. Or sorry that happened.

That's a real verbose way to tell me you're mad.

"My anti-law spells didn't work. I'm being oppressed!"

Their intellectuall equivalent counts, too.

Thank dog for that. We already have enough assholes.

You certainly are.

It must be exhausting have your head lodged up your ass all the time.

83 and he's still got that dog in him.